A vision of fancy or a blessing in disguise
In everyman's mind He is wise
Trails blindly crossed
Chance meetings foolishly tossed
Yet I admit my stumblings and move on
Blind leading blind or wise leading wise
It'll keep on rolling gathering faithful eyes
Stones set aside should've been applied
Yet I admit my stumblings and move on
Late blooming sunshine
Flights behind
Out to lunch with a meal in my hand
Late blooming sunshine
It's just my timing
Walk into the drive-in as the credits roll
The city of gray a perfect abstraction
The hand of fate always gets satisfaction
All my bridges unbalanced on ridges
Yet I admit my stumblings and move on
Late blooming sunshine
Flights behind
Out to lunch with a meal in my hand
Late blooming sunshine
It's just my timing
Walk into the drive-in as the credits roll